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[sovay]

This cat picture is not mine; it comes courtesy of of teenybuffalo, who found it on Tumblr:



I was prepared to love this image despite its likely origin as an outsider's sendup of the suffrage movement, but then it turned out to have been an actual suffragette Christmas card, which is even better. derspatchel says he can see "Hestia marching, festooned with violets, hoisting a banner aloft with her tail, ready to pounce on any police resistance." Mice and roses, they sing. Mice and roses.

(The actual song "Bread and Roses" causes me to tear up for reasons I do not entirely understand, because I cannot remember ever singing it as a child or communally, but it turned up as a spontaneous and formal expression of workers' solidarity in a scene in Pride (2014) and I disintegrated.)

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[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

At my mother-out-law's retirement party, which had probably 150 people, after everyone said lovely things about her leadership of the Women's Studies and German departments, they brought out two baskets, one filled with long-stem roses and one with baguettes, and the entire crowd stood up and someone started to sing Bread and Roses, and the whole hall joined in.

It was one of the most effective and theatrical emotional tributes I've ever seen pulled off in person.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Also, this.

[sovay]

At my mother-out-law's retirement party, which had probably 150 people, after everyone said lovely things about her leadership of the Women's Studies and German departments, they brought out two baskets, one filled with long-stem roses and one with baguettes, and the entire crowd stood up and someone started to sing Bread and Roses, and the whole hall joined in.

That is beautiful.

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

Awh.

I have nothing useful to say. (but that is very touching.)